Inhaling

Bonnie Marranca in her preface to a collection of food writing entitled A Slice of Life offers this anecdote.

[T]wo summers ago in Nova Scotia, we stopped by the side of the road to have a picnic lunch with our traveling companions, a couple from Sardinia. The sea and air and sun were glorious. After we had eaten, everyone looked forward to a cup of coffee, even though there was only a jar of instant with us. But not a drop of water was to be had anywhere. Our friends were so desperate that they simply opened the coffee jar and took a deep breath, temporarily satisfying themselves with the aroma of memory.

One remove from a Barmecide feast.

And so for day 808
28.02.2009